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Forever pulled towards Spirit and then yanked back to the pseudo security of earth. I swirl like the morning breeze first up then dizzyingly round and round again until I fall.

The hints received in dreams and reveries only briefly touch and disappear before I can fully grasp their meanings. I long. Perhaps the longing is another part of my preparation until another whole appears fully formed.

Thoughts? No thinking just gets in the way. It must arrive by itself and then it will last.

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